Nova Grey's life is full of ups and downs. The up's always included her best friend Rowan and sometimes his older brother, they often spent their time doing illegal racing. But the downs... They were the worst and consisted of her abusive mother and...
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There is only one person that I know that talks like that, Cruz Devlin, also known as the English mafia don's brother.
My mouth falls open. Jesus! I didn't think I would bump into him here of all places. I look beside him and sure enough, there is Crea, his twin sister, also known as the firewall of the English mafia. No one joins the Mafia without being psycho analysed be her first, if she detects one hint of a lie then you are bound to lose at least a finger. True story, I've seen it happen.
"What the actual fuck?!" I shout absolutely gobsmacked and everyone turns to look at me.
Holy fuck.
"NOVA?!" Crea shouts running to me and pulling me into a massive hug.
(Crey-ah)
I hugged her back tightly, having not seen her in a few months, I missed her a lot. "Chillax peaches 'n' cream, what ya sayinnn?" Cruz's English accent echoes as he says a part of our favourite song.
I smirk at him raising my eyebrow, saying "I like champagne strawberries."
We burst out laughing forgetting my brothers' stood next to us, he walks to me and draws me in a massive hug and whispers in my ear, "good to see you peaches'."
"What the fuck?" Comes from Dante as himself and his two replicas start puffing out their chests acting like they are ten men or some shit.
Hey, that's my line! I thought to myself, huffing inside.
Crea and Cruz ignore them and focus on me, "Escuchaste que tienes información sobre el alemán?" Cruz asks me directly, seeming so serious and nonchalant at the same time. He always was the 'cool' one.
(heard you got info on the german?)
I narrow my eyes sensing something else going on, "Aye, I do... But you haven't come here just for that otherwise you wouldn't of come all this way."
Crea as usual is the observer, she remains stoic but also nods at me as she comes over to give Nia a cuddle. And just like that, it clicks in my mind, "¿Tienes un golpe en los muelles?" The silence is my answer and I nod at them, an unspoken agreement between us, "We can't talk here."
(you got a hit on the docks?)
At this point, the triplets stood with confusion and anger written all over their faces, wait they were arguing a second ago... what did I miss? "Do I sense tension? Between you guys or am I in la la land?"
The teasing voice of Crea speaks up, " you are in fact NOT in la la land." As she plays peekaboo with Nia, whose giggles fill the air. "She's gotten so big, haven't you baby huh?" She continues.
Cruz smiles down at them, "You good?" he asks glancing up at my brothers?
"Should I be asking yous' that?" I raise my brow as I remember how they were talking about how they were in their territory. Territory? The English Mafia come to Italy... HOLY FUCK! The Italian Mafia, that's the only way they could be in someone else's territory, so that means that my brothers are in the mafia? What the fuck?
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